“When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; And from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.”
Quote by Walter de La Mare
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Down-adown-derry: A Book of Fairy Poems
This book is a compilation of fairy-inspired poetry, offering readers a selection of verses that explore the enchanting and whimsical aspects of fairy tales. more
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